.I jus''''shut up, get your jeans down, if your wearing my stuff, you gonna show me , that is simple , its my stuff i wanna see what you choose to wea...r ''i tremble getting my jeans down , showing the small pink panty i choose from the box''ohhhh your so cute, comon get that vaccum done now, your sexy like this''in my white tshirt and pink panty getting the place cleani felt caught, stupid and afraid of him everytime i tried to stop this he insised it was ok , that he like me in thesei was. "He disappeared down the companionway and she heard the movement of plates and cupboard doors and utensils. He was in his domain and she had no intention of invading it.In a couple of minutes, he rose from the companionway with a silver platter and a beautifully artistic arrangement of small cone-shaped sandwiches, cheeses, and pickles. In a small, two cell, silver dish were pates with an assortment of crackers along side. He placed the trays on the side bench within reach of both of them. He. " Mustafa fuck you again." – I say in a tone that does not allow for a retort. I stand up and take the pillow away from Christine, who is now completely naked in front of me. She opens her eyes to look up at me pleadingly, but she is clearly distracted by the bulge in my Speedo's, now considerably bigger. "Mustafa fuck you good," – I say as I take her by the soft upper arm and make her stand up. She looks around again, probably looking for Jason to appear and rescue her, still trying to cover. Scooping it on a fingertip, I lift to taste, my senses igniting."Delicious, but you can do better." My hand raises, swishes, lands hard and she lets out a muted yelp into the pillow.When a larger droplet forms at her entrance, I run my finger to collect it then drag my digit up into the crack of her bottom, smearing wetness with it. I soothe her cheeks with massaging hands, spreading her wide, just gazing at her inviting, glistening rear.Bending, I place my nose in her crack, inhale, surge and.